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Nutella Mug Cake

8 Apr

So it’s been a long day. The husband’s sick. The baby’s teething. And Adrienne is 3. What else can I say? I needed chocolate and I needed it quick. I found this recipe for a single serving Nutella Mug Cake via Pinterest. I thought, why not? It’s a single serving so it won’t be staring at me for a week and hey, I deserve this. Here’s the recipe:

4 tbsp self rising flour
3 tbsp cocoa powder
3 tbsp Nutella (mmmm)
3 tbsp skim milk
1 tbsp sugar
1 tbsp oil
1 egg

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I added all of my ingredients to my enormous Year of the Ox mug
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Whisked everything up with a fork
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And popped into the microwave for 1 minute…then 20 seconds…then 15…then 10. Do the intervals so that you don’t overcook.
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End result
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Verdict – this is pretty tasty. I think I cooked it a bit too long so maybe cut off that 10 second interval at the end. And I wish I’d had the forethought to have vanilla ice cream or whipped cream on hand to top with. Also, this is a bit more than a single serving…so don’t eat the whole thing.

One other note…I’ve decided that single serving microwaveable mug desserts are evil. Sure it sounds good on paper. Only one serving. And you can cook it in the microwave (speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I just read an article about how cooking things in microwave pretty much makes them not food anymore. Whatevs…I’m not dead yet.). However, you can whip one up in less than 5 minutes people!!! If you’re desperate (selfish?) enough to consider making a single serving dessert, you’re desperate enough to make one every night. That can’t be good.

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“Oh, I thought you were a waiter”

7 Jan

Yesterday was a big day, boys and girls! Downton Abbey finally returned to the US, and the Rosario household. You’d think that I would be the one double and triple checking the DVR…you’d think right? Only I wasn’t – my dear husband is just as obsessed with this period drama as I am. This was a huge surprise for me when I bought the first season on DVD. I finagled him into watching the first episode with me and he was hooked. We watched both seasons within a week.

So needless to say, it’s been a long wait. And there were some stellar moments in last night’s season premiere. See below for my favorites:

1. Matthew and Mary finally tie the knot! Although, in true M and M style, not without some drama thrown in. After getting into a row the night before the wedding (thanks to Lord Crawley for losing the lion’s share of Downton’s money and Matthew’s refusal to use his maybe inheritance from his dead fiance’s dad), Tom (Sybil’s commoner husband) and Anna manage to talk some sense into the couple. Matthew goes to see Mary, except it’s the night before the wedding! It’s bad luck to see each other. So they reconcile through the door and kiss with their eyes closed (Mary peeks – bad Mary). Very sweet moment.

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2. Tom is pretty much hated by most of the Crawley family. I mean, how dare he think to fall in love with Lady Sybil! He’s just the chaffeur! But alas, they’ve wed and now live in Dublin – a much simpler life. They’re back in Downton for M and M’s wedding and Tom is making an ass out of himself at dinner. Come to find out (thank’s to Lord Anthony’s keen eye), he’s been drugged by one of the uppity guests at dinner. Poor Tom. Can’t catch a break. But, Matthew to the rescue! He asks Tom to be his best man and says something along the lines of “We’re brothers-in-law with high minded wives – we’ve got to stick together!”. How true Matthew. How true.

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3. Can I please just take a moment to say that Michelle Dockery has the best wardrobe on television? I love each and every one of her dresses. I even loved her wedding dress, though I’m sure many didn’t.

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4. Let’s be honest – I loved the addition of Martha Levinson/Shirley MacLaine (Cora’s mother), but Lady Violet always steals the show for me.

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A few of her best moments from last night:

Lady Violet: Are you really that tall?
Alfred: Yes my lady.
Lady Violet: I thought you might be walking on stilts.

Lady Violet: No guest should be admitted without the date of the departure settled.
(in reference to Martha overstaying her welcome)

And my favorite on the night – thanks to the antics downstairs, Lord Crawley is wearing black tie attire to the dinner party his family is throwing. How terribly low class! Lady Violet glances over at him and asks for a drink, seems to do a double take, and says “I’m so sorry. I thought you were a waiter.” Love her!

Reilly’s Recovery Part 4

21 Dec

It’s been awhile since we’ve had a Reilly post so here we go. Reilly is slowly becoming mobile again. The vet said to let him out of the crate more. I’ve been trying to do this when the kids aren’t home – that could equal disaster. Reilly isn’t the most child friendly animal. He still is spending the majority of his time in the crate, but I’m slowly letting him become more active. The last thing I want is for his muscles to get weaker.

So for all you Reilly fans, here are some videos of him running (because God forbid he take things slowly).

And because we can’t have a post with no pictures, Merry Christmas from the Rosario fam!

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Reilly’s Recovery Part Tres: Water Therapy

5 Dec

As I mentioned in the last post about Reilly, the surgeon recommended we try water therapy to help him regain his mobility and balance. So we did. And this is how it went. (You’ll have to click the link – I couldn’t embed the videos directly. Actually I could, but I’m too cheap to upgrade.)

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 You can see that Reilly is not a fan of the water. I’m pretty sure the thought he was drowning. After a few minutes of trying to “swim”, he realized he was not, in fact, dying. We aren’t cool enough to own an underwater doggy PT treadmill, so we had to coax him to try to walk.
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So we’re definitely not 100% yet, but he’s slowly gaining some movement in his hind legs.
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Reilly’s Recovery Part Deux

28 Nov

So it’s been two weeks since Reilly had his surgery…I’m slowly adjusting to having a third child (this one of the wiener dog variety). If I ever dreamed of having another child, this experience has cemented in my mind that I’m good with two. (Sorry for all those who were hoping for another ridiculously cute Chinarican baby…it ain’t in the cards.)

Onto Reilly – like I said in the last post, he has to stay crated for at least four weeks. This hasn’t been too terribly bad yet. He whines a little bit, and generally spends his days looking morose (but is that really a new development?). I’m thinking that as he becomes more mobile, this will suck a bit more for him. I have to take him out multiple times a day and physically hold his back legs while he goes to the bathroom. This is super fun. We also “sling walk” him so that he can sniff around the yard a bit.

Is he walking yet? Negative. Although I did have a minor heart attack when, two days after his surgery, he managed to drag himself out of his crate and into my living room using only his front legs. Needless to say, I make sure his crate is locked up tight these days.

We made our way back to the vet today to have his sutures removed. The surgeon came in to check his progress – this consisted of him picking Reilly up and placing him on the floor across from me, holding his tail, and telling him to walk to me. He tried…the poor thing. Began trundling over to me on his front legs, dragging his back ones behind him. Towards the end, he managed to bicycle his back legs a bit…a good sign. The surgeon thinks he’ll be walking (stumbling?) within the week. Good news all around.

In the meantime, we have a new type of PT to try. Ha. Apparently water therapy is good – so I’m to fill a tub with water, place Reilly in it, and let him try to walk around. This should be interesting – we are talking about the dog who won’t go outside in the rain. Whatever…we’ll try it.  The things we do for our pets…

Reilly’s Recovery

17 Nov

This is a kind of sad post – a dachshund owner’s worst nightmare happened Tuesday. I was working in my living room when I heard a yelp come from the office, where Reilly regularly keeps watch over the house. I went to see what happened and found him sitting in the foyer. I checked him out – nothing appeared to be wrong. I opened the front door and he followed me outside and went to the bathroom. I figured he was fine. As the day went on, nothing seemed out of whack. Granted I was trying to feed, bathe, and put my children to bed so I might not have been as vigilant as I should have been. Around 7 pm, I saw that Reilly wasn’t jumping onto the couches to sit with us. Now I realize that this is frowned upon for dachshunds – they shouldn’t be jumping on and off of anything. He’d been doing it for years so we barely noticed anymore. So when he wasn’t jumping I got worried. I picked him up and put him on the couch with me. He could still walk at this point. About an hour later, I walked into my bedroom with Reilly trailing behind. His right back hind leg sort of collapsed. Then I knew something was wrong. I called an ER vet and they said to bring him in immediately.

When I got there, things had gotten much worse. I was trying to check him in and set him on the floor. He couldn’t even get up on all fours at that point. His back legs just wouldn’t work. His eyes were completely dilated and he was freaking out. Not good. The vet took him into the back to do an exam on him . About 30 minutes later, she came in to talk to me. It was exactly what I thought it was – Reilly had ruptured a disc in his back. It was pressing on his spinal cord and causing paralysis in his lower half. He needed surgery asap…if you’re familiar at all with dog surgery, you know this is not a cheap procedure. Unfortunately, there weren’t many options available. I wasn’t putting Reilly to sleep – he’s only 6 and healthy otherwise. Reilly was in pain and was heading towards complete paralysis in his hind legs. So we scheduled the surgery for the next morning. The vet brought him in to see me before I headed home for the night. Here he is pre-surgery:

So, Reilly had the surgery on Wednesday about mid-day. I got daily check ups from the vet techs and the surgeon. They were optimistic for a full recovery given Reilly’s youth, muscle tone, and the fact that he could still wag his tail. I didn’t visit because I didn’t want to over-excite him and cause him to reinjure himself.

In the meantime, I was scouring the internet for info on how to help him recover. I found a great site: www.dodgerslist.com – there’s a ton of info on how to care for your dog post surgery and how to avoid reinjuring his back. Also, there was info about options if your dog never regains motor function in his legs. Hopefully this won’t be an issue for Riles, but you never know. Best to be prepared.

I picked him up on Friday afternoon – he was very excited to see me. I was a bit apprehensive – admittedly, I’m not very good with gross stuff so surgery, blood, staples, etc kind of freaks me out. But it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it’d be – he seemed to be in good spirits despite not being able to stand on his hind legs. The vet had explained to me that Reilly wasn’t using the bathroom on his own yet, so I got a crash course in how to express his bladder. Needless to say, it’s not fun. She also showed me a few doggie PT moves to work on to make sure his muscles don’t atrophy.

We loaded Reilly into the car and took off for home, where he’s to stay crated for 4-6 weeks. Here he is, on the way home:

He’s still handsome, even with his shaved back and staples.

At home, we’ve got two crates set up for him so he can still feel like part of the family. He’s not enjoying being in them 24/7 right now, but I hope he adjusts in the coming days. We’re still figuring out how to sling walk him, as well as express his bladder. It’s a bit awkward trying to hold his back legs up so he doesn’t pee on them, while squeezing his belly at the same time. He also does this thing where he bounces on his front legs, trying to drag his back ones. A bit cumbersome to say the least. Here’s hoping we get better at this…

At home, in his comfy bed, right next to my bed:

The surgeon did say that he expects his bladder control to return in 3-4 days. Walking could take a bit longer, but he didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be walking again.

That’s it for now – I’ll try to update everyone next week.

Is that a Poncho?

13 Nov

So the last two weeks of the Walking Dead…wowza (Did I just say that?). Last week we lost our beloved T-Dogg (one or two G’s?…questions), who was promptly replaced by another token black man (my husband’s words, not mine). We also lost Lori (or did we?). And Carol is running around the prison all by her lonesome, presumed dead by her pals. Carl rekilled his mama, so she wouldn’t turn into a zombie. And we have a new baby to add to the mix (who has nothing to eat). Rick went off the deep end. And all of that’s just at the prison…we still have the Guv’na to deal with.

This week brought us back to the prison and Woodbury. Andrea is crushing on the Guv’na (yes, I’ll be saying it like that from now on) who is keeping his zombiefied daughter in a room somewhere. Gross. See gross zombie daughter below.

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Anyway, Michonne is like, what?! He cray cray. And she wants to leave. So she steals her katana back and chops some imprisoned walkers into bits, in an effort to get herself kicked out of utopia. Kinda sorta works – she does end up leaving, of our own accord though. Pretty sure she’s gonna end up being chased down by Merle and his cronies. Pretty sure she’ll chop them to bits too. Andrea is too taken with her new life in Woodbury to leave with Michonne. Honestly, I can’t blame her – food, water, people. All good things. But what doesn’t she know? She’s about to get an eyefull of some zombie MMA! Woo hoo! She was not amused.

Back at the prison, Daryl and Maggie take off looking for baby supplies – hey, kid’s gotta eat. Glenn has the fun task of digging graves for his fallen friends and also tracking down Rick (who’s taken off into the prison with an axe). Needless to say, Rick is having a meltdown. He’s hacking walkers to bits. Daryl and Maggie find some formula to feed the baby, who Daryl has christened Lil’ Asskicker. Awesome. The episode ends with Rick finding and killing the zombie who ate Lori’s body and a phone ringing. Who could be calling? I think it’s whoever Daryl stole his poncho from…

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Loose Ends:

1. I don’t think Carol is dead…I’m actually questioning Lori’s death as well. We never see Carl shoot her. Never saw her dead body. I think Carol came across her, used her newly acquired surgical skills to somehow fix her up, and they’re hiding in the prison somewhere. I hope so – I really like Carol.

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2. Will Andrea come to her senses and take off after Michonne? I’m betting no, as she hasn’t shown much of a brain in the past two seasons. Why start now Andrea? Consistency is key.

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3. Can Daryl please never die? Seeing him with Lil’ Asskicker was one of the best parts of this episode. Speaking of Lil’ Asskicker, I’m glad they found formula and all, but diapers? Blankets? Clothes? Bouncy seat? As a mother, I found myself pondering what a pain it’d be to have a baby with nothing readily available. I’m sure they’ll find a way to manage.

4. Anyone want to take bets on when Carl will do something stupid? It’s been entirely too long.

Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon

12 Nov

Tamara and I decided last year, when we ran the Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon in Savannah, that we wanted to do it again this year. Last year was a bit of a trial run (or walk). We started training for it, then I got pregnant and training fell off the map. We did end up doing it anyway…we just walked most of it. And took many potty breaks. But we enjoyed the experience and thought it was worth doing again. Our Uncle Dennis did it with us – and whipped our tails. Below is a pic from last year – me (4 months pregnant), our Uncle Dennis, and Tamara.

I think UD (Uncle Dennis) finished in 2:30 last time. Pretty fast for an old guy. Just kidding! No really…pretty fast for anyone. Tamara and I took our sweet time and finished in something like 3:40. Ha. Sad. Definitely not my proudest moment, but what can I say? I had to pee like 10 times. Also, I could barely walk when we finished.

Our cheering section

Finish Line last year

So this year, we were sure we would have no problem beating that time. I’m pretty sure my 3 year old daughter could beat that time. I’ll be honest, training for me was touch and go. It was hard finding time to run 3 – 4 times per week, with 2 kids. My goal was to be under 2:40 this year. I finished in 2:39 and some change…not very fast, but also not bad for 6 months post baby! Tamara was close behind. And UD kicked our butts again and finished in 2:15ish. Below are some pics from race day.

Pre Race Potty Break at Henry’s

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Us at the starting line this year

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Post Race

So Tamara and I are planning to run another one (maybe two) next year…we’re thinking we’ll do the St. Patrick’s Day race in Virginia Beach and possibly the VB Rock n’ Roll Half as well. Any advice on training with two kids and cutting our times down to a 10 minute/mile pace?

My Take on the Zombie Apocolypse

29 Oct

If you’ve spoken to me within the past 2 weeks, you’d know that I recently started watching The Walking Dead. In fact, I watched all of seasons 1 and 2, and caught up on season 3, all within the span of a week. (My husband thinks I’m crazy. Granted, I have been pretending to axe him in the head at least once per day. Most of the time he deserves it.) Safe to say, this is my new favorite show. I mean, come on. Zombies. The guy with the signs from Love Actually. A love triangle. A really annoying kid who should probably be better supervised (more on that later). A redneck with a crossbow. All set in my home state of Georgia? I’m in.

Anyway, a few burning questions:

1. What happened to Morgan and Duane? Weren’t they supposed to meet up with Rick in the ATL? The last we saw of them, Morgan was trying to man up and off his zombie-fied wife.

2. Who is this Governor fellow?

Why did he kill a bunch of military men? Why is he friendly with Merle? And why does he have a bunch of zombie heads in fishtanks? All burning questions.

3. Will Lori finally kick the bucket when she gives birth to her maybe zombie baby? One can only hope.

4. Can we please get more of a back story on this lady? Because of her, I’ve selected the katana as my zombie apocolypse weapon.

And a few observations:

1. Daryl. I love you. Being from the South, the “redneck” breed isn’t highly revered. We tend to chuckle at their choice of clothing, their accents (yes there are many different southern accents), their foods (have you seen Swamp People?!?). Sometimes we even take pictures of them at Walmart and post them online. http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/ However, having watched approximately 20 episodes of The Walking Dead within 7 days time, I’ve decided that should the apocolypse come, I’m finding myself a nice redneck boy (preferably one with a crossbow) to watch my back.

2. Is Lori the worst mother in the world or what? She’s always going on and on about how she must keep little Carl safe. But she loses him on a pretty consistent basis. Oh where’s Carl? He’s in the woods throwing rocks at a walker. Oh where’s Carl? He’s in the barn chatting with a prisoner. Oh where’s Carl? He’s running around the prison BY HIMSELF looking for supplies. REALLY? How hard can it be to keep up with a 10ish year old boy? Ok let me rephrase that. How hard can it be to keep up with a 10ish year old boy during an apocolypse where he should be chained to your side? DEFAX is calling lady.

3. On that note, is Carl the worst little boy in the world or what? Always taking off…have some respect for your elders kid and quit trying to get yourself eaten. Let’s just pretend my sisters and I had grown up in a similar situation (zombies, etc). If we had taken off by ourselves for any reason, you can bet your pretty little hiney that Papa Jue would’ve rained fire down on our butts. Fire I say.

4. I heart Glenn and Maggie. The end.

Aunt Pam’s Apple Cake

26 Oct

I recently bought a whole bag of organic apples so that I could make apple sauce for Baby J. He’s just starting solids and has really enjoyed everything we’ve given him so far…especially the apples. But the expensive organic apples were spoiling faster than he could eat them. So in true Kimberly fashion I decided to bake with them as opposed to just eating them the healthy way. My aunt is an excellent baker and my mom had emailed her apple cake recipe over awhile back so I thought I’d try it out.

You’ll need:

4 cups of apples peeled and chopped (recipe calls for Granny Smith, but I used golden delicious)

1 1/2 cups of sugar

2 eggs

3 cups all purpose flour

1 cup canola oil

1 tsp salt

1 tsp nutmeg (I didn’t have any so I doubled the cinnamon)

1 tsp cinnamon

2 tsp baking soda

1 cup chopped nuts

1 tsp vanilla

Preheat oven to 350 and grease a bundt pan or two loaf pans.

Mix your chopped apples with the sugar and let it sit while you assemble the rest of the recipe.

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Sift the flour, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and soda together.

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Add the oil, eggs, and vanilla to the flour mixture. It ends up looking like this :

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Then add the nuts and the apple mixture.

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Pour into your greased pan (pans in my case). Bake for about 50 minutes.

Voila.

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Excellent cake/bread that you can eat for breakfast or dessert. I did both today. Yum.

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